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Es Liegt Der Heisse Sommer
© Heinrich Heine
There lies the heat of summer
On your cheeks lovely art:
The Watchman
© Ada Cambridge
To mothers and to men;
To take him for our heaven-sent guide
On seas he never voyaged-wide
And wild beyond his ken.
Lines Written At Sea (I)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that from my soul,
While shines the weary sun, with stern control
History of the Twentieth Century (A Roadshow)
© Joseph Brodsky
Ladies and gentlemen and the day!
All ye made of sweet human clay!
Let me tell you: you are o'kay.
In The Secular Night
© Margaret Atwood
In the secular night you wander around
alone in your house. It's two-thirty.
Everyone has deserted you,
or this is your story;
Maungatua
© Alexander Bathgate
The spirits' mountain, such the name
The early Maori gave:
Where's his forgotten grave?
We know not; but thou'rt still the same
Gloomy and dread Maungatua.
The Great Sunset
© Robinson Jeffers
A flight of six heavy-motored bombing-planes
Went over the beautiful inhuman ridges a straight course northward;
On The Death Of A Twin
© William Strode
Where are yee now, Astrologers, that looke
For petty accidents in Heavens booke?
Two Twins, to whom one Influence gave breath,
Differ in more than Fortune, Life and Death.
An Old-Fashioned Love Song
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Tell me what is writ above,
And I will tell you why I love.
The Lay Of St. Odille
© Richard Harris Barham
Odille was a maid of a dignified race;
Her father, Count Otto, was lord of Alsace;
The Swamp Fox
© William Gilmore Simms
What! 't is the signal! start so soon,
And through the Santee swamp so deep,
Without the aid of friendly moon,
And we, Heaven help us! half asleep!
Moonlight
© John Kenyon
Not alway from the lessons of the schools,
Taught evermore by those who trust them not,
A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia, Sent For A Token
© William Strode
Whatever in Philoclea the fair
Or the discreet Pamela figur'd are,
Change but the name the virtues are your owne,
And for a fiction there a truth is knowne:
Ce que dit la bouche d'ombre (II)
© Victor Marie Hugo
Espérez ! espérez ! espérez, misérables !
Pas de deuil infini, pas de maux incurables,
Pas d'enfer éternel !
Les douleurs vont à Dieu, comme la flèche aux cibles ;
Les bonnes actions sont les gonds invisibles
De la porte du ciel.
The House Delirious
© Leon Gellert
These corridors! These corridors and halls!
This change of light and gathered mystery:
These whisperings; this silent dust that palls
The buried gone are mine-a solemn property.
Despondency
© Madison Julius Cawein
Not all the bravery that day puts on
Of gold and azure, ardent or austere,
Alchemy
© Sara Teasdale
I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain;
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho' it holds but pain.
Not To The Staring Day
© William Ernest Henley
Not to the staring Day,
For all the importunate questionings he pursues
More Light! More Light!
© Anthony Evan Hecht
For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt
Composed in the Tower before his execution
These moving verses, and being brought at that time
Painfully to the stake, submitted, declaring thus:
"I implore my God to witness that I have made no crime."
Tempura Mutantur
© James Russell Lowell
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,
Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,
